#Chapter69
‘’Are you going to kill me?’’ Tears bite my eyes, even though I thought I wouldn’t care about dying downstairs, somehow at Alexi’s hand it seems a lot more horrific and all-consuming. I’m terrified all the way down to my toes and cannot conceal the raw emotion in my voice, visibly recoiling and vibrating all over.
‘‘Why would I go to the effort of saving you if I was planning on doing the same to you? I would have let him take you and saved myself the hassle, clean up isn’t cheap, or easy.’’ I hate the way it all comes out of his mouth as though he’s talking about his weekly chores. Like its normal, nothing, and it’s a minor inconvenience and not the death of a person.
Clean up? Is that what they call the disposing of a body?
Oh, my God. I feel sick.
